Heavenly Mother Sings < read by Melody
hymns hidden in the heart
melodies we hum
nursing babies
wind in the garden–
music made of grape vines
cherry blossoms.
ballad of comfort in sea-swell for
sailors thrown to knees
requiem on mountain top for
climbers grown cold–
She pulls our heartstrings
tunes them to Hers and to
Her son who sings with us–
Song of Redeeming Love.
Melody Newey
Melody earns a living as a registered nurse, grows a respectable garden, and writes when she's not building sheet forts with her grandkids. Her poetry has appeared in on-line journals, Segullah, Irreantum and small press along the Wasatch Front.
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Thanks Melody, is this something you composed recently? I really think it’s beautiful.
Thanks for reading and commneting, Ryan. Yes. . . All the talk about Heavenly Mother around here moved me to revisit thoughts and feelings I’ve had about her. This isn’t the frist poem I’ve written for her. I imagine it won’t be the last.
Well, heck, I’d like to see this published in the Ensign!
Just lovely, Melody. Thanks for sharing this.
Dayna, thanks for the nod. It’s especially meaningful to have a fellow poet read and respond.
Truth, Beauty, love. Thank you.
And thank you, Twila.